Fortunately, I never give up.

July 12, 2008

I really don’t know what my problem is, kids. I cannot focus on *anything* anymore. It’s driving me bat shit crazy.

Just when I think I am starting to concentrate and get things done – POOF! – I am either interrupted or I remember something else I need to do right away and try to tend to it. I am starting to wonder if it’s due to getting older. I mean, I recall turning 40 and having my eye doctor tell me that it is normal for vision to start to decline around that time. Is there a certain age when your brain just starts to hit the skids and you walk around like a doofus for the rest of your days?

Heaven help me if that is the case, because we all know that I never had far to go to reach Queen of the Doofi status in the first place.

Maybe it’s apathy. Or my meds. Or too much stuff going on at once. All I know is that my brain feels discombobulated.

I think it all started this spring with the tornadoes and flooding. (Freakin’ scared the shit out of me; I know people who lost everything – one family in the Parkersburg tornado, and two families in the floods.) Every time we get a bad storm I keep thinking a funnel cloud is going to drop out of the sky and land right on our house. Odds are it won’t, but ya never know.

Then when I visited my sister it took me about a week or two to mentally settle back in here.

Just in time for my parents to visit.

Which took another week or two to mentally settle in again afterwords.

And then learning this Mac, which I love, but oh my god – I swear I tried to close the screen on the upper right hand side at least eleventy-thousand times before I got the hang of it and started looking in the upper left corner. And I know I invented new curse words as I figured out how to navigate and learn the language of the system. (Nasty Mac-Fuckinstein… that’s the name of my machine, dontcha know.)

Did I mention the peri-menopause thing yet? I didn’t? Well, let me tell you, it sucks big, hairy, hot-flashing donkey balls, my friends. I’d avoid it if I were you.

(You fellas might want to tune out right now while me and the girls commiserate.) :roll:

To further illustrate the situation, let me just state that the University of Alabama no longer owns the moniker “The Crimson Tide”. Yes, it is that bad. Like for an entire month and a half. If this continues, I advise all of you to invest your money in feminine hygiene products, because you’ll make a killing in that market, just off of ME.

Come to think of it, why aren’t we all investing in that stuff anyway? It’s always going to be a necessity. :?:

Oh wait, we can’t invest in the Tampon Futures Market because we’re spending all of our !@#$% money on the Tampons NOW Market.

Gawd.

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In national news:

Gas prices. Crappy presidential candidates. General government ineptitude. Christie Brinkley’s ex-husband is a pervert. Younger Spears wench popped her critter. Jesse Jackson wants to cut off Obama’s nuts.

That about covers the “vital” information for now.

*sigh*

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Comments

2 Responses to “Fortunately, I never give up.”

John on July 13th, 2008 5:43 am

I tried to get some focus by throwing myself into a bunch of stuff -

and it all sidestepped.

Thanks for your recent mail, btw… hope you got the reply OK, on your shiny new Maccy thingy
Leslie on July 16th, 2008 8:40 am

Wow. This could’ve been written by me. I’m also in my forties and for the first time in my life, my excellent memory is failing me! I make a list…then forget it when I leave the house. It’s awful. My twenty year old is exasperated with me because I’ll ask her something, then ask her the same thing two hours later because I forgot. Sometimes I feel as though some alien invader has control of my brain. And don’t get me started on the perpetual period/peri-menopause thing. I had to cancel my last OB appointment because of Aunt Flo. And by the time my new appointment rolls around, she’ll be back. With a vengeance. Yup. Getting older sucks! :cry: